But there are lessons taught down there I want this horse to learn. I've looked the whole world over in my search for teachers true, And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes, I have selected you. Now will you give him all your love–-not think this labor vain,

I fancied that I heard them say, Dear Lord, thy will be done.

For all the joy this horse shall bring, the risk of grief we'll run. We'll shower him with tenderness and love while we may,

And for the happiness we've known, forever grateful stay.

And should the angels call for him much sooner than we planned, We'll brave the bitter grief that comes, and try to understand.